I got to get in on some of these OLD FART fishin stories.
Back in 57 when I was 10 years old, we lived off canal st around Warren Easton. Dear ole dad would load us up after work and head for the lake front seawall with lantern, washtub, cast net and dog food and catch a half tub of shrimp in no time. If it wasn’t too rough, us kids fished 3-4 crab nets while he was shrimpin. Around the same time we moved permanently to the camp at the Rigolets. We would head for the trestles (back when they were wood and may have still had the row of telephone poles all the way across the lake next to the bridge) and catch small croakers to use for bait to catch 3-5 lb trout for as long as the DIXIE beer lasted. For GUYHARVEY, Great stories of big tarpon caught in the hole where the sand was dredged to make Lincon Beach, I also remember, Mr. Eddie, (Eddie’s place) would drive down to fort pike and sit on the riprap at the N.O. end of the car bridge, snag a mullet or two and nearly every trip catch a Tarpon at least my size, late in the day. All before MRGO lined the pockets of the local politicians. I think nothing but GOOD will come out of closing the MRGO, and let the lake get back to the good ole days. Clam dredging and gill nets almost killed the lake, now they are both gone also.